I have done almost nothing today since about 10:00. Just slept on and off. Guess this is my brain's way of letting me know how excited I am to get back to my job tomorrow.

Today's Lunch: Garbage Bread (basically a bacon cheeseburger stromboli)

🤔 #UnsolvedMysteries (This is a joke on the internet. Save your pedantry, nerds.)

Age yourself with a film you saw in the cinema as a kid.

Welp, Sunday chores are done. Time to let the existential dread about tomorrow start infecting my psyche.

Littlest lap cat

New Non-Black T-shirt Sunday

I wish I was half as cool as Marky Z. Instead, I'm about 27 times cooler. It's a curse. Truly. (What a fucking asshole.)

Going to see Emery tonight with a buddy, and I think there's five bands on the bill. Again, there should be a maximum of three. MAXIMUM. Two would be preferable.

Tonight's Dinner: Lemon Pepper Shrimp on Buttered Noodles (The shrimp didn't turn out very lemony or peppery. *fart noise*)

Frankly, it's bullshit that drinking more water and less Monster makes me feel less like ass. Fucking scam.

Thank you, Friday Luke, for buying (and not drinking) this peach Monster. You're a real one.

First microplastics, then this? I better get some fucking superpowers soon, assholes. apnews.com/article/shri...

Tonight's Dinner: Fettuccine Chicken Alfredo

My car broke down in OP. The universe demands balance for the MCR ticket win. It's the only answer.

Hades 2 runs so smoothly on the Steam Deck. I'm already terrible at it, much like I was terrible at the original in the early days. Appropriately humbled.

God is mocking us. consequence.net/2025/09/p-o-...

Buying tickets for a big show in 2025 is ass. (This is for Detroit. I was curious.)

Manifesting a good seat for MCR in Minneapolis. Doing so by wearing a *white* shirt for once.

Before, During, and After Only had maybe four repeats, including a couple seldom used spices that were LONG out of date.

I better get a good ticket tomorrow for MCR in Minneapolis, or I will be extra bitchy for the next 11 months. Alternately, if I get a good ticket for MCR in Minneapolis, I will be extremely insufferable for the next 11 months. Gird your loins. Gird them hard.

unfortunately, i am here to report that The Callous Daoboys fuck

Almost time for The Callous Daoboys!

Holy shit. Unity TX fucking FUCKS.

Lots of people wearing earplugs tonight. I, however, am not. Because dumbass. Oopsie?

I have seen two regrettable mustaches so far tonight.

Unless there's a medical issue, deodorant and/or antiperspirant should be mandatory by law. As the duly elected God Emperor of this quadrant, I will make this my second highest priority. (Behind many, many more gay stickers.)

Room smol

I bought two non-black t-shirts. Please clap. (One navy, one light yellow.)

Found where your mom likes to drink.

Lots of black t-shirts in the Callous Daoboys line. (Including me.) (Obviously.)

One last cap for #HatLukeSummer. (I ordered it before the equinox, so it counts.)

Job interview went okay, I think. Fifty-minute video call and covered a lot of ground. Will be another interview with a different member of the team if I move forward. Pay is a little low for the level of responsibility, but the team itself sounds like a more cohesive one than I currently have.

Looks like the only neighbors whose names I know are moving. I've been here for 7.5 years and only know dogs' names on my street. I mind my own business.

Okay, I have roughly 50 minutes to get into business mode. Paradigms. Circle back. Synergy. Move the needle. Okay. I'm ready. Super profesh rn.

The worst part of coming home after being gone for a couple days is walking through the front door and being nasally assaulted by the odor of damp canine.

Who do I like less - Rob Lowe or John Stamos? Probably Rob Lowe. But maybe also Uncle Jesse, because he drove Aunt Becky to a life of crime.

Karma police, arrest this man.

Celebrities in advertisements for phone games is the saddest thing I can think of (that has no real impact on my life or those of the people I care about).

NIGHTMARE FUEL

They're advertising Botox on The Young and the Restless. I'm simultaneously not shocked and also in hell.

Since I'm allegedly going back to work Monday, I really wish I'd spent the last couple months studying the blade instead of going to therapy. Oh, well.

I bought two new button-up shirts today. Short sleeves, obvs. They've both got pearl snaps, in honor of @barleywhiner.bsky.social.

Up! At 6 am

I'm going to Minneapolis next summer. I'm going to see MCR again. Nothing can stop me. Except Ticketmaster. (Definitely Ticketmaster.)

Just saw someone on Reddit refer to their "vinyl collecting journey," and I'm really starting to question my primary non-kitchen hobby. Again. Always. I only journey to the record store or the mailbox. Purchasing/collecting is not a journey. It's a mental illness. Ask me how I know.

My mom has an HGTV addiction, and it's troubling. I'm going to stage an intervention and make her watch vampire movies until Thursday.

I am going to attempt to read a new(ish) book. Please keep me in your thoughts and prayers during this trying time.